shower thoughts
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sometimes, i think war is beautiful
Violence is not often conflated with beauty. In most ways, that statement is the ultimate paradox. Blood and death and suffering is rarely beautiful, that is until you look outside during a hurricane. As debris spirals around your home and the water knocks harshly at your fragile windows, you begin to entertain the idea of Continue reading
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i listen to noah kahan so that must mean im grown up now
“the death of my dog, the stretch of my skin, it’s all washing over me, i’m angry again. the things that i lost here, the people i know, they got me surrounded for a mile or two” “the view between villages” – noah kahan They say you can feel your bones aging. The skin on Continue reading
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a toast to the friends lost on the way
I see a picture of an old friend in a mutual’s Instagram story. The person smiling on the other side doesn’t have social media and never really smiled with me like that. And I remember, wow, I used to hear the sound of their laugh in my dreams and imagine their grinning on my side Continue reading
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doing everything, being everywhere, pleasing everyone, all at once
I am a workaholic. There was a time in my life when I prided that statement, just like how teenage boys proudly tout that they scored high on the narcissism test. Out of all the addictions to be seduced by, overworking clearly can’t be the worst of them, right? Honestly, at surface value, it’s not Continue reading
About Me
A student at UT Austin. Founder of The Young Writers Initiative.
Riya M. Cyriac 